Hawks Fanart Novels & Stories

Stickers plastered the back window: EVERGREEN EAGLES, a cartoon bird flipping the bird (ironic), and one that read “I brake for slapshots.” I hesitated. “You’re not driving me anywhere until you lose the shoulder pads, Callahan. I have standards.” He grinned, teeth flashing white against the dusk. “Fair. Gimme two minutes.” He popped the tailgate, yanked off his jersey right there in the parking lot—because of course he did—and swapped it for a hoodie that still smelled like the rink. Underneath? A gray thermal that hugged every ridiculous muscle like it was tailor-made. I forced my eyes to the snow-dusted ground before my brain filed a formal complaint.

I continued, changing the subject just enough to keep her guessing, “they’re starting a fan club for me.” Aria rolled her eyes. “You must be thrilled.” “It’s going to be wild. Girls wanting me to sign their boobs, I heard.” “Oh my God,” she muttered under her breath. I popped open my locker, dug around for a second, and pulled out the shirt I had been saving. Holding it up, I proudly displayed it for her. Black cotton, bold white letters, a photo of me mid-throw on the field, and under it in cheesy gold lettering: Kai Blackthorn’s No. 1 Fan.

Our designated section, which had been a lonely island of support, is suddenly inundated with a pack of fans larger than I ever realized we commanded. They aren't just cheering; they are howling in a rhythmic, unified chant. A group of supporters holds a massive banner that reads: LYON’S KINGS RULE THE ICE. Another cluster of rowdy fans in neon Stormbreakers gear displays a sign: KNOX-OUT POWER. There is even a group of spectators who have superimposed my face onto a classic Alpha-wolf silhouette with the caption: THE ONLY LEADER FOR THE PACK.

I say defensively, not allowing him to use my words against me. I unfold the jersey to have a good look at it and his strong cologne hits my nostrils as the fabric spreads. It's a little bigger, probably his size. At the front it's written “HAWKERS” his team name and the “C” since he's the captain of the team.

signs, the fan club had taken over entire sections. Several large, colorful banners stood out prominently: “HARLOW x JONES: ENEMIES TO LOVERS ARC” “KANE + DANICA = CHAOS & CUDDLES” (with a cartoon teddy bear waving a hockey stick) “Protect Her, Captain Soft!” “From Hits to Hearts – Go Harlow-Jones!”